Ximruccilim
Silvertongue
I boldly march into the room,
One swamped in dampness, dark and gloom.
Behind I drag thy quiv’ring form.
Upon it soon shall come the storm.
I fix thee with a flaming glare.
I flourish in the fear that’s there.
I slam the door, and lock us in.
Now retribution shall begin.
Into the wall I cast thee hard.
Your blatant terror I regard,
And on your wrists clasp heavy chains.
I grin at your first yelp of pain.
Along your arm I smoothly trail
An unkempt, scythelike fingernail.
I beam at the first drop of blood.
Soon I’ll see it come in floods.
Unhesitant, I strip thee bare,
And knot my fingers in your hair.
I tug and wrench with all my strength.
I swear to give this torture length.
Growling, I tear from your scalp,
Humming glee as screams come out.
You know not – this is just the first.
O, shall retribution come so worse.
Down your chest I scrape and claw,
Revelling in the cries I draw.
I twist your skin, its every pore,
And have thee weeping at the floor.
Smiling so, I take away.
From the other side I fetch a tray.
Upon it lie my darkest jewels:
My retribution’s baneful tools.
I choose, intent without disguise.
Within you I see terror rise.
I chuckle, and towards you stride,
And watch as your fair eyes go wide.
My poker plays about your skin.
Your shrieks give me abundant vim.
I brand ye once; I brand ye twice;
I brand thee for thy wretched vice.
My retribution without halt,
Upon your frame I make assault.
I beat at thee with metal fists.
In retribution I persist.
My gauntlets smash upon thy flesh,
And bruises bloom, so red and fresh,
And from your lungs I drive the air,
And cackle as the anguish flares.
As slick and red my knuckles flow,
In this stage I begin to slow,
But then I breathe, and draw so close,
And retribute another dose.
Round every joint my cold gloves clench.
I pull and pull with all my strength,
And laugh as I hear bones pop out.
Unto your mind I leave no doubt.
With vicelike hands I snap your bones.
I exult in your endless groans.
Attacking more, I fracture ribs.
I prosper in the pain I give.
With cane and whip I lash your spine.
I chortle still while you so whine,
And deck your back with crimson streaks,
In retribution’s fine technique.
I break your nose, and shatter teeth.
I vow to give thee ceaseless grief!
With force, I feed thee flaming coals.
Let them tumble to your very soul.
I blast and puncture all that’s fair.
I give thee teen with no compare.
Maliciously, I draw my blades,
To make sure that the debt is paid.
Along your skin slides the cold steel.
You can’t prepare for what next you’ll feel.
Down they cut in gentle track,
Then they, in retribution, act.
Merciless, they hack and slice,
Scar, sunder and extract the price,
And down doth run the bloody streams.
My eyes, in deepest triumph, gleam.
I gouge your lights; remove your tongue,
And from your lungs is deep pain sung:
A melody unto my soul,
And, now, I start to feel whole.
Held in bliss, I chisel more.
Your depths of anguish I explore.
Oh, I cut off so many parts
In retribution’s perfect art.
All loveliness I do deface.
Your every function I erase.
Life’s quality I end for good,
And make sure this is understood.
And I rail; blare my hate;
Inflame your ear with volume great.
On you a war of wrath I wage.
This is my retributive rage.
Then, all at once, the daggers slow.
And so doth end the fruitful show.
I stab so deep, then let them hang,
Then draw away in glory’s pangs.
Your transformation I regard.
I relish so how much I’ve scarred.
My face twists in sadistic joy.
Your fragile life hath been destroyed.
And now you slump, no pain to show,
But of where I took thee….oh, I know!
Thus was my solemn goal fulfilled.
Thus did I follow righteous will.
In peeled skin, in twisted knees,
In all the sights, I take my glee,
And in my heart doth rise a sun,
For retribution has been done.
Turning back, I leave the room.
Ever may this be thy tomb.
I thenceforth leave thee in the gloom.
Your scant remains the rats consume.
The woe you gave I have returned,
And of my justice thou hast learned.
Have no doubt – this is thy fate,
If my love’s life you dare to take.
One swamped in dampness, dark and gloom.
Behind I drag thy quiv’ring form.
Upon it soon shall come the storm.
I fix thee with a flaming glare.
I flourish in the fear that’s there.
I slam the door, and lock us in.
Now retribution shall begin.
Into the wall I cast thee hard.
Your blatant terror I regard,
And on your wrists clasp heavy chains.
I grin at your first yelp of pain.
Along your arm I smoothly trail
An unkempt, scythelike fingernail.
I beam at the first drop of blood.
Soon I’ll see it come in floods.
Unhesitant, I strip thee bare,
And knot my fingers in your hair.
I tug and wrench with all my strength.
I swear to give this torture length.
Growling, I tear from your scalp,
Humming glee as screams come out.
You know not – this is just the first.
O, shall retribution come so worse.
Down your chest I scrape and claw,
Revelling in the cries I draw.
I twist your skin, its every pore,
And have thee weeping at the floor.
Smiling so, I take away.
From the other side I fetch a tray.
Upon it lie my darkest jewels:
My retribution’s baneful tools.
I choose, intent without disguise.
Within you I see terror rise.
I chuckle, and towards you stride,
And watch as your fair eyes go wide.
My poker plays about your skin.
Your shrieks give me abundant vim.
I brand ye once; I brand ye twice;
I brand thee for thy wretched vice.
My retribution without halt,
Upon your frame I make assault.
I beat at thee with metal fists.
In retribution I persist.
My gauntlets smash upon thy flesh,
And bruises bloom, so red and fresh,
And from your lungs I drive the air,
And cackle as the anguish flares.
As slick and red my knuckles flow,
In this stage I begin to slow,
But then I breathe, and draw so close,
And retribute another dose.
Round every joint my cold gloves clench.
I pull and pull with all my strength,
And laugh as I hear bones pop out.
Unto your mind I leave no doubt.
With vicelike hands I snap your bones.
I exult in your endless groans.
Attacking more, I fracture ribs.
I prosper in the pain I give.
With cane and whip I lash your spine.
I chortle still while you so whine,
And deck your back with crimson streaks,
In retribution’s fine technique.
I break your nose, and shatter teeth.
I vow to give thee ceaseless grief!
With force, I feed thee flaming coals.
Let them tumble to your very soul.
I blast and puncture all that’s fair.
I give thee teen with no compare.
Maliciously, I draw my blades,
To make sure that the debt is paid.
Along your skin slides the cold steel.
You can’t prepare for what next you’ll feel.
Down they cut in gentle track,
Then they, in retribution, act.
Merciless, they hack and slice,
Scar, sunder and extract the price,
And down doth run the bloody streams.
My eyes, in deepest triumph, gleam.
I gouge your lights; remove your tongue,
And from your lungs is deep pain sung:
A melody unto my soul,
And, now, I start to feel whole.
Held in bliss, I chisel more.
Your depths of anguish I explore.
Oh, I cut off so many parts
In retribution’s perfect art.
All loveliness I do deface.
Your every function I erase.
Life’s quality I end for good,
And make sure this is understood.
And I rail; blare my hate;
Inflame your ear with volume great.
On you a war of wrath I wage.
This is my retributive rage.
Then, all at once, the daggers slow.
And so doth end the fruitful show.
I stab so deep, then let them hang,
Then draw away in glory’s pangs.
Your transformation I regard.
I relish so how much I’ve scarred.
My face twists in sadistic joy.
Your fragile life hath been destroyed.
And now you slump, no pain to show,
But of where I took thee….oh, I know!
Thus was my solemn goal fulfilled.
Thus did I follow righteous will.
In peeled skin, in twisted knees,
In all the sights, I take my glee,
And in my heart doth rise a sun,
For retribution has been done.
Turning back, I leave the room.
Ever may this be thy tomb.
I thenceforth leave thee in the gloom.
Your scant remains the rats consume.
The woe you gave I have returned,
And of my justice thou hast learned.
Have no doubt – this is thy fate,
If my love’s life you dare to take.